The dreamers get punished most by truth...

ReinbowGrl's picture

You don't even know my name,
and you took what wasn't yours,
what I would not, could not willingly give.
After I take all the tests,
the only ones I'm happy to fail,
I think I'm okay.
Where I can sleep
without seeing your unknown face.
I don't even know your name.
The day after the world comes to an end,
and I've got this creature, growing inside of me.
She's more your's than mine
and I don't even know your name.
The day I lost my girl,
nothing compares.
I could have known your name,
been happy to see your face in my dreams,
and all the little things,
and nothing could have changed.
A life was ripped from me,
and all my forbidden dreams.
There's no where to blame,
and not a day,
where I don't whisper her name.
- - -
So basically...I haven't slept in...Months it seems. I took a nap in mid-November in the nurses office and that was the last time I think I managed to sleep for more than a half an hour at a time. Unless of course, I'm sleeping in the middle of the day. Then I can sleep for hours at a time...

I feel kind of lost at the moment. Maybe lost isn't a good word. I feel...Unattatched...Slightly numb...I hate facing the things that haunt me...I want it to be Tuesday...


Fiona Rosge's picture

Whats ur poem about, its

Whats ur poem about, its good btw, i could guess but maby i shouldnt
I used to be scared of
Letting someone in
But it gets so lonely
Being on my own
No one to talk to
And no one to hold me
I'm not always strong
Oh, I need you here
Are you listening?